C major

Thank you for reading! :) I had so much fun writing this piece and experimenting with a new style. I wanted "C major" to represent a feeling of detachment and isolation; the narrator ultimately fails to shed her inhibitions. Best of luck to you; keep your creative spirit alive! :)

if i were a Soul Singer, i would say that the stubble on your left cheek is actually sandpaper, and that your skin is crinkled like some cigarette you ground into the sidewalk last night

but i am no Soul Singer, although there was a cigarette last night that I twirled between my jagged fingers, ceaselessly, as you played a broken concerto on my father's old piano

you strike a C major and ask me what i think, and i don't have the heart to tell you that i never did like major chords, because isn't hearing the minor ones like looking in a mirror?

all i can do is pin up my cracked lips as if they are photographs (black & white), and press them to your eyelids we stay like statues until my fingers stop twirling, until the piano keys sputter under newly fallen ash;

no, i am no Soul Singer, and something sinks when i realize my eardrums are still tangled with that C major you played when the moon was peering down … i guess i won't have a reason to get dolled up now,